Each time, it seems
There was nothing to be done.
Gravity has
That effect.
The truth is,
Some of us fall
Towards things, and some of us fall
Away: fall out, fall in, fall in
Line, fall from favor;
Fall from grace, fall far, or fall for
Someone.
In this way,
We all fall
Together.
In this way, we trail others’
Tripped transient seconds; grasped
By the wrists, like the split-balance love
Of acrobats –
The acrobats, it seems,
Knew all along.
Now, circus themes
Clothe the net in tents; the tent
Now holds the net, the net was
Stories told, the telling more
Gold-painted edge
For brave off-stepping: space
For things so wide, neither
Careful-footed beam nor spangles could
Hold the key.
The key is, thus,
Not held.
The key is falling.
The key is golden-painted towards
Some edge, some surface
Deeper-dwelt than all space now
Flown through –
The key is
We trail
Meanings like a comet –
Many
Flying off –
Until
Only flight
Is left.
